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This poem is the follow up to the first post I made here. Same guy... riding the same ZX-14.
When you're on a good thing....
I know a fellow rider
Own's a big black Z-14
He used to own a ‘busa
On which he was dead keen.
Now every time our paths cross
He comes across to chat
And sing his new bikes praises
What is it with this prat?
He says it handles better
He says it has more grunt
He says its much more comfy
In all ways… out in front.
He extols itâ€s many virtues
Itâ€s got much better brakes!
Suspension is more modern!
His bike has what it takes!
Now, Iâ€m an easy-going fellow
Not one to cause a fuss.
But my patience has a limit,
So today, I stated thus…….
Why is it that you still compare
Your ‘busa to your kwack?
If youâ€re so wrapt with what youâ€ve got
Then shut the f*** up, Jack!
If your bike is such perfection
And your riding bliss is pure
Why open up your cake-hole
And sound so bloody insecure?
For 12 months now Iâ€ve had to cop
Your thinly veiled derision
If you still need validation mate...
You made the wrong decision!
There is but one King of the hill
I donâ€t have to say itâ€s name.
It needs no introduction.
Itâ€s wrapped itself in fame.
So finish off your coffee
And let's just chat like friends
About something else, just for a change
For here the sermon ends.
When you're on a good thing....
I know a fellow rider
Own's a big black Z-14
He used to own a ‘busa
On which he was dead keen.
Now every time our paths cross
He comes across to chat
And sing his new bikes praises
What is it with this prat?
He says it handles better
He says it has more grunt
He says its much more comfy
In all ways… out in front.
He extols itâ€s many virtues
Itâ€s got much better brakes!
Suspension is more modern!
His bike has what it takes!
Now, Iâ€m an easy-going fellow
Not one to cause a fuss.
But my patience has a limit,
So today, I stated thus…….
Why is it that you still compare
Your ‘busa to your kwack?
If youâ€re so wrapt with what youâ€ve got
Then shut the f*** up, Jack!
If your bike is such perfection
And your riding bliss is pure
Why open up your cake-hole
And sound so bloody insecure?
For 12 months now Iâ€ve had to cop
Your thinly veiled derision
If you still need validation mate...
You made the wrong decision!
There is but one King of the hill
I donâ€t have to say itâ€s name.
It needs no introduction.
Itâ€s wrapped itself in fame.
So finish off your coffee
And let's just chat like friends
About something else, just for a change
For here the sermon ends.